JACK AND THE BEANSTALK

Once upon a time

In the land of nursery rhyme

There lived a mother and her child:

A boy spirited and wild.

High above the clouds

Was a castle in the sky

There lived a mean old giant

And every morning he would cry:

Fee Fie Foe Fum

I smell the blood of an Englishman

Be he alive or be he dead

I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!

The boy whose name was Jack

Had a cow whom he named Mack

He sold it for a magic bean

To a man who was mighty mean.

He planted it into the ground

And whispered with little sound,

“Grow bean, grow I say

Grow as fast as you may!”

The next day at dawn

From underneath the lawn

The little bean grew as fast as can be

Taller, taller taller than me!

It grew until it reached the sky

As high as even the birds could fly!

When Jack awoke he gave a cry,

“The bean’s grown as high as the sky!”

He climbed up, up, up

Without a stop, stop, stop

Puff, puff panting,

Trying to reach the top.

He saw the giant’s castle,

Beautiful and gleaming

Inside there was the golden hen

With the giant who was beaming.

Soon the giant fell asleep,

And Jack began to creep,

He snatched the golden hen and the harp

And dashed out of the door, pretty sharp.

Soon the giant awoke and he looked around,

All was quiet without a sound…

And when he saw the hen and harp gone

He let out a terrible cry:

Fee Fie Foe Fum

I smell the blood of an Englishman

Be he alive or be he dead

I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!

He stamped and roared and kicked the door

Until the lamp even fell on the floor!

The giant came out and saw the thief,

“Aha! I’ll grind you to make my beef!”

And then began a terrible chase

But Jack, as clever as he can be

Lured the giant to the Indian Sea

“Splash!” That was the end of him

For he could neither paddle or swim.

And Jack returned with magnificent gifts

But for now, we’ll leave him standing tall

To live,

“HAPPILY EVER AFTER ALL!”